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So I get out of my unbelievable fabulous session with the OT/PT/cranio-sacral healing expert. Her office is in an extruded office park building, with exactly one ramp off the sidewalk.
But this ugly little car from Virginia has parked itself completely across the ramp. The little boy is taking apart his stroller next to the car, while Dad seems to be managing a construction project on his cell phone.
Highly unlikely for me, I was too damn polite.
I stared at him, then at the car, then at him. I kept waiting for him to excuse himself from the phone. I was waiting for 6 minutes (I know exactly because I missed two buses). He finally hung up. "Can I help you?" he said.
"Yeah, your car is blocking my only exit from this building."
"Oh! I didn't realize." He slowly collects kid and stroller, puts one in the backseat and another in the trunk, turns towards me and simpers, "Some days I just hate myself!" and finally moves.
Oh! my cranio-sacral session made me so mellow! I wish![[info]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
badgerbag had been there to yell and scream!
But this ugly little car from Virginia has parked itself completely across the ramp. The little boy is taking apart his stroller next to the car, while Dad seems to be managing a construction project on his cell phone.
Highly unlikely for me, I was too damn polite.
I stared at him, then at the car, then at him. I kept waiting for him to excuse himself from the phone. I was waiting for 6 minutes (I know exactly because I missed two buses). He finally hung up. "Can I help you?" he said.
"Yeah, your car is blocking my only exit from this building."
"Oh! I didn't realize." He slowly collects kid and stroller, puts one in the backseat and another in the trunk, turns towards me and simpers, "Some days I just hate myself!" and finally moves.
Oh! my cranio-sacral session made me so mellow! I wish
badgerbag had been there to yell and scream!